An eldritch study to beguile our throng The irons that now bind us will be proven none to strong Our asomatic nostrum, we'll work hammer and tongs My
of victims we've compiled Hung on a noose, drowned in the loam, sliced at the vein Let flow the red Choked on a pill, impaled through the brain We belong
[music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath] [lyrics - Sean McGrath] [solo: "De-Incarnated Mass of Fungal Strains " by S.C. McGrath] Pulling the morbid
music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte lyrics - Sean McGrath Anal fissures burst with bacterial cess As the blood spews from your loins Your crotch
Instrumental
[music - Sean McGrath] [lyrics - Ross Sewage] My temple subjected to third world rigors Mites, lice, and chiggers FA¦cal particulates undermining hygeine
I walk through the mystic fog The Fullmoon Night is close, The night of the Impaled They shall be Impaled... They shall be Impaled... They shall be Impaled
[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte] [lyrics - Sean McGrath] Desiccated flesh I peruse Your vacuous form is devoid of all life Poetry in motions
[music - Leon del Muerte] [lyrics - Ross Sewage, Sean McGrath, and Leon del Muerte] Mastication starts the process Transforms the food into bolus Deglutition
[music - Sean McGrath] [lyrics - Ross Sewage] The surface teeming with the most noxious infestation of all Through touring endeavours we will ensure
[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte] [lyrics - Sean McGrath] Your ribcage is avulsed Mangled, chopped, and hewn Organ meats have been sundered
[music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath] [lyrics - Sean McGrath] [solo: "Funerary Feast on the Recently Deceased" by S.C. McGrath] [solo: "Manic Rottraphagia
[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte] [lyrics - Ross Sewage] Necrotic ooze poured from a carafe Acquired for a blood bath In the morgue lies
[music - Ross Sewage] [lyrics - Ross Sewage] Exhumed, debauched and consumed My torpid flesh has been sullied by your spunk And I have played privy
A hammer to drive the chisel in A chisel to alter bone and skin An algid stiff to now provide A link to where the soul resides That still hearts should
[music - Andrew LaBarre] [lyrics - Sean McGrath] Icy liquid fills your lungs A gushing salt water sluice Flushing out your bronchia with vitriol Your